Rhoelyn: Rhese is the first to wake up. It’s unusual enough for Nysse to sleep past sunrise that he enjoys it for a few minutes before nudging her awake. Araatris: His kiss on her cheek is the first thing she feels, and Nysse grins lazily and rolls, reaching for him. He chuckles and says, “Wake …

Rhoelyn: Rhese hovers behind a rock watching another naga patrol with a trail of prisoners. There were no more caves to check in this particular area. Araatris: He scans through the prisoners, some in bubbles and some clearly not, noting with interest that the swimmers still seem able to breathe freely. Rhoelyn: Following at a …

Rhoelyn: Awakening was slow. First, the awareness of abused muscles, then hunger and thirst. There was darkness, rushing water, and sand beneath her. Araatris: Nysse bites back a groan as she forces her hands under her, pushing herself to her knees. Her head swims dizzyingly as she coughs, hunching. Rhoelyn: She heaves expelling some water, …